All that remains are fragments of a dream, abandoned hopes, extinguished fires, ripples in a stream
Shards of glass on blackened streets, discarded people, rumpled sheets
All that remains are fragments of a dream, broken mirrors, torn up photos, loosened stitching at the seams
Broken hearts on moonlit nights, empty glasses, bar-room fights
All that remains are fragments of a dream, unheard sighs, cloudy skies, there is no in-between
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Little Whispers
PoetryA collection of poetic prose from the depths of a troubled mind *All images are reproduced from Wordpress Media Gallery
